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[hatesthefood]

The evening was still a touch hot but the only allowance Ken gave the heat was the simple fact that he'd removed his tee shirt before he continued with his forms. He was obviously used to the workout, as evidenced by the ease from which he flowed from form to form, but the inherent grace masked the subtle violence of the motions until he allowed the forms to continue to full speed. It wasn't inhuman grace, but it was a sign of years of training and the scars decorating his chest and back were hallmarks of far too much experience fighting during those years, the newest bruises and abrasions from a recent match. As he moved, he unconsciously mirrored the ebb and flow of the waves lapping at the section of beach he'd been on for the last hour.

[ooc: Feel free to join him, either to spar or to chat! ^^]

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[Trained and years of having to watch his and his teammate's backs. The smile inched up a little before he glances back at a khaki colored bag just a few feet away from him. Without another word, he padded over to it and reached in, pulling out a pair of heavy, dark gloves. He had them on in less than half a minute, working his fingers into the heavy leather.]

Weapons are handy to have, but no. The real danger here is the other citizens. Half the implanted citizens here aren't human or are more than your average human.

[citadelspirit.livejournal.com]

[She raised a brow at the gloves. His message was ominous, but...]

You seem quite human, but looks can be deceiving. If the superhuman citizens here are the primary danger, what do you do when they confront you?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[He clenched his fingers into a fist, triggering a hidden mechanism in his palm. Several inches of steel slid free, giving the gloves six inch long claws.]

I'm human enough, but I've faced off with less than human adversaries back home. Surprise is the best weapon for a human around here. That and training. When you've trained for as long as I have, you can work past pain in a fight and then, it all comes down to stamina. Even the paranormal wear out sometimes. If I'm still standing when that happens, then they go down.

[citadelspirit.livejournal.com]

[The claws triggered instinctive alarm bells in her mind; she clenched her fists, the gloves charging to half-power. She wasn't very good at hand-to-hand combat, but she knew enough from her investigations here to throw a punch, and even a block would result in a shock. Though if he just cut through her arm, that would avoid her gloves altogether...]

An impressive set of blades. I'll keep it in mind.

[Both the blades and his advice.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[He noted the motion, mind already ten steps ahead and in the midst of a quick plan of steps and strikes to disarm her. It took him a moment to blink and push away the thoughts, remind himself that she wasn't a target and for the moment, he wasn't Siberian. There were no orders for her life and he wouldn't kill outside of missions. Smiling faintly, he loosened his hands and let the blades retreat back into the gloves as his stance relaxed.]

Thanks. They're called bagh nahks. My weapon of choice, even though I'm pretty proficient with firearms, too.